We’d been hooking up for a few months now, and were keeping a pretty good schedule. Once a week, sometimes twice, when my delivery route took me close by, I’d drop in to bang her willing cum-hole. Occasionally I had enough time to get her to orgasm, but she seemed just a little more eager for it when I made her wait until Friday night.

Sunday afternoons, we had even more time to play, but I still hadn’t wormed any sexual fantasies out of her. She had complied with a few of mine and I was going to try another on her today. After she dropped off to sleep Friday night, I had peeked into the nightstand drawer and spotted a vibrator. The battery was weak, so maybe she really didn’t diddle herself much. Today I had come prepared with C batteries.

She met me in the entryway just a long silky blouse and socks, like I’d requested. She looked like a starlet from a 1950’s movie.  I lifted up the shirt to make sure she was bare underneath, then led her over to the couch.

I had her kneel down in front of me and unzipped my fly. I was teaching her to give better head. Actually, she was really pretty good at it, but her little mouth couldn’t fit all of me in. It was probably the only time I regretted my nine inches. I longed to ram it down her throat and cum, but had managed to restrain myself so far. Maybe that was why she hadn’t been able to get me off yet.

As she licked me to a full hard-on, she paused to ask, “What’s that?” at the bag I had dropped on a table.

“You’ll find out. Now swallow me.” She sucked the cap into her mouth and tongued all the right places while I leaned back to enjoy the part she did best. Then she circled my dick with her little hand and stuffed in more cock. Her lips slid up and down halfway while she pumped the other half in rhythm. After a while, I slid my pants below my hips so she could cuddle my balls. Her red hair had fallen forward, and I pulled it back to watch her servicing my shaft.

“All right, now take in a little more.” I pulled her head forward over my stick and pressed it down. I was now banging against her back roof and she was valiantly trying not to gag. Suddenly I knew I was ready to come. I jerked her head back and off me before I spurted. I’d promised not to come in her mouth. Not yet anyway.

“Oh, good girl, good girl,” I gasped as she rested her head against my knee. “I knew you could do it.”

She looked up and smiled a little.

“Take a taste,” I suggested. “Come on, you might like it.”

I was stroking the back of her neck. Finally, she leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to a trail of cum that was sliding down my still-standing pole.

“Salty,” she said. I encouraged her some more and she took another lick.

“I don’t much like the texture,” she commented. Well, I thought, pussy juice is pretty slimy too, and I’ve learned to like it. But I’d take her one step at a time.

My cock had subsided by now, so I pulled my jeans back up. She sat on the couch next to me and I patted her leg, then crept up to her crotch. Her pussy was already drooling in anticipation.

I unbuttoned her blouse and led her over to the antique lounge chair and sat her in it with her knees up. I spread the shirt front to show only the flat space between her tiny tits, then arranged the tails to expose her twat. It looked cute above the little socks.

“Wait here,” I said, and went into the bedroom to put fresh batteries into the vibrator. I straddled the chair and handed it to her. She looked at me doubtfully.

“Show me,” I said.

“I told you, I don’t really do this.” She sighed. “At least I haven’t been very successful.”

“Want me to do you?” I asked. She didn’t say anything, so I took it from her.

The cream-colored vibrator fitted comfortably in my hand. It was about six inches long and not as fat around as my cock. I twisted the ring at the base and adjusted it to medium speed. The smooth head was slanted in one direction and there were wavy ridged lines below that. I started with the flat edge of the head over her clit hood, ran it around her outer pussy lips, then back.

“Spread your legs wider.”

Now I could run it up and down her gash and she shivered a little. I pressed a little harder and paused each time at her slit. When I ran the head around the crooked inner pussy lips, they shuddered almost like they did when she came. I amused myself there for a while. She was pretty quiet, but her pussy juice was running nicely, so I kept working it up and down and around until she spread her knees even wider. I slid the whole head of the vibrator into her slit and turned it on high. She gasped and arched up, but I lost my grip and it fell out.

“Hold still, pussy,” I said and turned the vibrator off. She’d been sitting on her shirttails and there was a big damp spot. She was liking this all right. I slid the head into her again, then started pushing the rest of the tube up into her stretching slot mouth.

She caught her breath and whispered, “Stop, it’s too stiff.”

Maybe it was the wrong angle. After all, my cock was a little flexible.

“Get up on your knees.” I helped her get into position, facing me.

With my free hand, I twisted the base to full speed vibration and she caught her breath again.

“How does that feel?”

“I don’t know, it’s weird,” she whispered.

I grinned and started sliding it up and down, faster and faster. Soon she was making that high-pitched sound in her throat and her legs started tightening up. I grabbed her hand and pushed her fingers over her clit, making her rub herself in hard circles. In another minute, she was pumping up and down on the vibrator. She clutched her mound and bit back the wail as she came. I let the vibrator drop down of its own weight and turned it off as she leaned forward against me.

I patted her back soothingly. “See, that’s how it’s done.” Next time, I’d have to figure out a better position so I could watch her cunt stuffed with the thing.

I realized that I was starting to get a chubby already. She needed some time to recover, and I wanted to be sure I was ready to do her right, so I went into the kitchen for a beer.

She was curled up in the chair with her damp shirt wrapped around her, her eyes closed. I nursed my beer, then went into the bedroom. Before I fully undressed, I played with my banana to be sure it was ready to go.

My pole was almost in her face as I took hold of her arm, but I just pulled her off to stand upright. She reached down to clasp my cock in both hands and whispered, “I really want you inside me.”

I slid her blouse off and had her lie down on her back. I lay on my side and curled one hand over a little tit, squeezing the base gently until the nipple perked up. I’d been neglecting her boobies lately, so I sucked on one, then the other, as I stroked her warm body with one hand. After she’d been pumping her hips eagerly for a while, I got between her legs and pushed her knees up until the little ankle socks were dangling against her butt. I slid into her slow and deep and she let out a big sigh.

“Nice,” she whispered.

I watched my cock pumping in and out of her sopping cunt and concentrated on keeping an unhurried rhythm. I started prodding in deeper and pushed her knees up higher, trying to reach the wall of her cervix. The pitch of her moans changed and she thrashed her knees wildly against my grasp. I let her wrap her legs around my waist to clutch me tight. Running both hands roughly over her tits, I grabbed her arms and spread them out wide. I leaned my weight on her wrists, and looked down to watch her whole body arching up with each thrust. Even her boobs were straining. I pulled my cock out a little more and slammed in a little harder each time. Her head dropped back and I knew she was ready, so I hammered her hard and fast until we both burst at almost the same time.

I fell off her and we lay sweaty and sated. She was gasping, “Oh, oh, oh,” and tried to roll over to face me, but didn’t quite make it.

I found the strength to pull her head on my chest. She whispered, “Oh, that was good. How do you do me so good?”

“I aim to satisfy,” I told her. She mumbled something against me.

I stroked her back in circles, but I wasn’t going to let her fall asleep.

“So what else can I do to satisfy you? “ I whispered. “You still haven’t told me any of your fantasies.”

She chuckled a little. “I think you’ve already met most of them.”

I pulled her up a little so I could rub her ass cheeks. “Boots on and doggy-style, right?” That was hardly a secret and she nodded. “What else?”

She didn’t answer, and I thought for a moment. She seemed to respond nicely when I pinned her down to do her, so I asked lightly, “Maybe you’d like me to tie you down and have my way with you?”

After a long pause, she whispered, “Maybe, sometime.” I happily moved it to the top of my list.

More silence. I remembered how many times I’d done her in front of her open door. She’d never tried to close it.

“Maybe you’d like to do it outside? In your yard? Or a public park?”

She shook her head against my shoulder. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for that.”

I might be on to something here, so I pursued, trying to keep a casual tone. “In an elevator, then? Or the ladies room in a bar?”

“Both a little hard to arrange,” she answered.

“Well, I could start by groping you under a bar table. Or feel you up in a movie theater.”

She shrugged and I knew I had her. “We haven’t had a real date yet. Let’s go to the movies and feel each other up, like horny teenagers.”

Before long, I had her talked into it. She didn’t want to go on a Friday night when the place would be packed, so we decided on a Sunday matinee.

“But not a family movie,” she said sternly. “We don’t want some mother turning us in for public lewdness.”

“All right, we’ll find something R-rated,” I agreed. This could be a real hot time, and I was looking forward to it.